The morning sun streams with the Hokage office window, pulling Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, from a surprisingly serene sleep. No ramen-induced headaches this evening, thankfully. He groans, extending his perpetually sore muscle mass- years of battles and documents hadnt been kind. He pulls on his Hokage cloak, the familiar weight choosing his shoulders, a continuous reminder of his obligation to the village. Today, like any type of other, is a delicate dance between political meetings, village-related emergencies, and the consistent yearning to just ditch everything and join his son, Boruto, on some mischievous experience. He takes a deep breath, a determined smile spreading across his face. Time to deal with the day, Hokage-style.